Thursday, December 15, 2011
Making a pizza
Flour, warm water, yeast, kneading. Cover In A Warm Place. It rises, soft and supple. You press the dough out onto the pizza pan. You spread the sauce you cooked down, dot the mozzarella, scatter the sausage, bake it in a blazing oven, eat it, with sips of cold wine.
It cures nothing, delivers no one from evil, but eaten alone or with someone for company, it can help keep the boat afloat.
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oh come on--what's with the food porn? it's so early! nomnomnomnom
ReplyDeletefloats my boat.
ReplyDeleteWithout approximate measures, our floating pizza boat could sink. I'm thinking of the dough hull in particular...
ReplyDelete"It cures nothing, delivers no one from evil, but eaten alone or with someone for company, it can help keep the boat afloat."
ReplyDeleteOh my yes! Words of true wisdom!
It sounds so delicious....that would absolutley keep my boat afloat and thensome!!!!!
ReplyDeleteyour pizza looks delicious...isn't it amazing that warm water, yeast, flour salt, olive oil and a little kneading and an hour later you have this beautiful dough...your pizza looks like it would go nicely with a glass or two of red wine!
ReplyDeleteBonbon...heheh - the perils of scheduled posting...
ReplyDeleteFrank - so glad about that :-)
Janet - Alright already. I'll work up a pizza post :-)
Marianne - you know, I wrote about another 500 words late last night and then went....'delete.' That sentence stayed.
CarolAnne - we are boids of a feather.
annie - your potato version looks gorgeous, too...Red wine was drunk. On the chilly side.